Extra Virgin and Velvety Smooth

Summary: E/O CHALLENGE. Drabble word: Flank. Dean Winchester embraces his satanic destiny and has a hell of a good time doing it. I never said this was Shakespeare, folks.

Word Count: 100 on the nose. Boo-yah!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Eric's letting me have fun with Dean.

He was magnificent.

Dark golden eyes. Bare-chested, barefoot, clad in tight black leather pants. The disciples in the Great Hall held their collective breath.

"Make the sacrifice, Dean," the high priestess murmured. "Embrace your destiny. We'll have sex later."

Her slim fingers caressed his left flank. Dean shuddered. "Why not now?"

"Oh. Okay."

"All right, everybody out! Move it, people!"

"Hey, wait a minute!" the fourth sacrificial virgin pouted. "What about us?"

"There's enough of me to go around, ladies."

After that no one ever looked at a black altar the same way again.

A/N: Where's Sam? Beats the heck outta me. Hey, I never said this was about the brothers.